Old Memories

You ever felt like you were on cloud nine—but without being high off weed or anything else? That's exactly how I feel right now. Nothing can bring down my mood. Today, I'm just happy as hell.

After everything that happened yesterday, I woke up with a smile that wouldn't fade. My phone stayed silent all day, though—no messages from Chris. And honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I was still confused about what I wanted from him... and what he wanted from me. A few hours after our moment last night, he went and posted a picture of him and Jasmine on Instagram. That shit stung.

At first, I was mad—just a little. But then I thought about the way his lips had left me in a daze, putting me on a high I'd never felt before.

Still, I'm not about to stress it. If he wants her, then go ahead—be my guest. I'm not about to sit around waiting for his decision. What the hell do I look like? And if push comes to shove, I'll cut him off without hesitation. I refuse to set myself up for heartbreak again.

I've been through that already—back in Virginia.

Back then, I had a long-term boyfriend, Keenon. We were together for four years, and last month would've made five. We were solid, or at least I thought we were. Anytime we stepped out together, people would shower us with compliments, saying how good we looked as a couple. I was happy—until everything changed. And it all started that one night.

The air inside Keenon's apartment was thick, suffocating, but not from the summer heat. It was the tension between us. I had barely stepped inside when the door slammed shut behind me, his presence hot on my heels.

We had just left a house party—one thrown by his best friend, Tyson. I had been having a good time, laughing, drinking, dancing... until Keenon yanked me out of the house, shoved me into his car, and brought me here.

"Who the hell do you think you are, manhandling me like you're my damn father?!" I snapped, spinning to face him. My voice was loud, defiant, but I knew it wouldn't shake him. He was taller than me, his shadow stretching over mine.

His jaw clenched. "It was only right. Acting like a hoe and what not."

I blinked, stunned. "A hoe? Keenon, you can't be serious right now."

"I'm dead serious," he spat. "Talking to that crab nigga like I wasn't even there. You lucky I ain't murk that nigga on the spot."

He lifted his shirt just enough to reveal the gun tucked into his waistband. My stomach twisted.

"You're fucking crazy," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I turned away from him.

"Don't turn your back on me when I'm talking to you, Kayla! You know I hate that shit," he growled.

"And I don't care! Take me home, Keenon."

I moved toward the door, but before I could reach it, his hand clamped around my wrist like a vice.

"You ain't going nowhere," he hissed.

Pain shot through my arm as I tried to pry his fingers away. "Keenon, stop! You're hurting me."

His grip only tightened. "Does it look like I give a fuck?"

My breath hitched as I yanked my arm again, but he was stronger. Too strong. In one swift motion, he shoved me against the wall, his fingers wrapping around my throat.

I gasped. The air in my lungs vanished.

My hands clawed at his, my feet kicking against the floor as I struggled for breath. His face blurred as panic surged through me, my heart slamming against my ribs. Then, I felt it—cold, hard metal pressing against my temple.

Terror flooded my veins.

"So you wanna do dumb shit and talk to that nigga like I wasn't even there?" His voice was low, deadly. "You got me fucked up."

"Kee—Keenon, stop... I can't breathe," I choked out, my vision going dark at the edges.

He laughed, pressing the gun harder against my head. My body trembled. I had no idea what he was capable of anymore.

"Do that shit again and watch what happens," he warned, his breath hot against my face. Then, just as suddenly as he'd grabbed me, he let go.

I collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently, tears burning down my cheeks. My lungs ached as I gasped for air, my body shaking.

Keenon stood over me, looking down like he was proud of himself. Like he was that nigga.

"Get your shit and leave," he ordered coldly.

My hands fumbled for my bag, but before I could stand, he crouched beside me, his lips brushing against my cheek.

"And if you tell anybody..." He smirked. "I'm coming for that ass."

I nodded quickly, scrambling to my feet and bolting out of his apartment, my heart pounding so hard it drowned out everything else.

"Kaylaaaa... hello? Anybody home?"

Nia's voice snapped me out of my daze. I blinked, her hand waving in front of my face.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Damn, girl, what was you thinking about?" she laughed, tilting her head.

"Uhh, nothing major," I lied, shaking off the memories. "But what's up?"

"I was saying the crew is about to come over."

"Okay, cool," I said, turning my attention to the TV, trying to focus on anything but the past.

"You drinking with us tonight?" she asked, still scrolling through her phone.

"Maybe."

A loud knock at the door made me jump slightly. Nia nudged me. "Can you get that?"

Sighing, I got up and opened the door.

"KAYLA KAY!"

I barely had time to react before Tyga pulled me into a hug, Destiny standing right behind him.

"Hey, Ty," I laughed, hugging them both before stepping aside to let them in.

"Where's Aug and Chris?" Tyga asked, plopping onto the couch.

"Oh, umm, they went somewhere but said they're on the way," Nia replied.

My stomach flipped.

Chris is coming over.

This is about to be awkward as hell.

Trying to push the thought aside, I walked back toward the couch where Nia, Ty, and Des were sitting, the air buzzing with laughter and conversation.

"So what's up with y'all?" I asked, smirking at Destiny and Tyga.

"Nothing," Des said, blushing.

Nia scoffed. "Stop playing. Just say y'all together and get it over with."

"It's nothing, Nee! Damn, I can't talk to Destiny?" Tyga said, shaking his head.

I raised a brow. "Suspicious."

"Man, whatever," he muttered, glancing at his phone. "I'll be back, gotta use the bathroom."

Chris Brown's POV

"Nigga, nigga, nigga!" I yelled, throwing open Nia's front door with August right behind me.

"Where my baby at?" August grinned, looking around.

"We in the kitchen!" Nia's voice rang out.

"Wassup, y'all?" I said, dapping up Tyga.

"My niggas!" Tyga yelled, laughing.

"Nigga, calm yo ass down," I smirked, shaking my head.

"Shut the fuck up," he shot back, grinning.

Meanwhile, August was already all over Nia. "Come gimme a kiss," he murmured, pulling her close.

"Man, Aug, take that shit somewhere else," I grimaced.

"Come see me in the bedroom real quick, babe," August whispered to Nia.

"Nasty asses!" Destiny called after them, laughing.

Shaking my head, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through Twitter when—

Kayla walked in.

She was fixing her shirt, but the second her eyes landed on me, she froze.

Blushing, she covered her face with her hand.

Damn.

This is about to be a long night.

-Revamped